Like Son, Like Father: Faggots for BBC
It had been a month of my being an Uber driver, making a little extra money to pay my daughter’s college tuition and just in case my son needed anything… although he was certain to be getting some full ride football scholarship offers… and while driving people around I’d already had a few strange encounters, from seeing a college girl blowing a dude in his fifties, a married couple get into a shouting match over his checking out her mom, a drunken girl who masturbated to orgasm, and two chicks making out.
But all that was nothing compared to a recent drive that changed everything.
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ContinueI picked a kid up from a corner convenience store just a few blocks from my previous drop, and he got into the front seat and told me, as I started to drive, “I got stood up.”
“Sorry to hear that,” I said, looking over at the black teen, and happy to see he lived just a few blocks from my house and this would be my last drop of the night.
“Yeah, and he’d been begging to be my cock sucker for days,” the kid added.
“Oh,” was all I could muster to that TMI.
“Seriously,” he continued, “although it’s not like it’s that hard to find a white cock sucker.”
This one-sided conversation was bizarre, so I just kept driving.
“How about you? Ever sucked cock?” he asked me a moment later.
“I’m married,” I scoffed.
He scoffed right back, “Yeah, like that matters.”
“I’m also straight,” I clarified, wanting to make my unavailability abundantly clear.
“I’ve heard that before,” he said, his tone odd, as if he didn’t think I was straight.
“Trust me,” I said as we pulled up to a red light. “I’m one hundred percent straight.”
“That’s what they all say,” he said, “at first,” as he unexpectedly tugged his sweat pants down and pulled out his dick.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, staring at this teenager’s suddenly appearing dick.
“Testing your declaration about being straight,” he said, as he stroked his cock.
I don’t know if I was more stunned by this kid whipping out his dick, or the sheer massive size of it as it began to grow, but I was definitely staring.
“This is usually all it takes,” he smirked, as he saw me staring.
A honk from behind brought me out of my stunned trance, and I turned my eyes back to the road and drove. I said, “Put that thing away.”
“Naaaa,” he refused, “it needs a chance to breathe.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I said, involuntarily glancing at his cock.
“My cock is so big I can’t even comfortably wear sweats,” he continued, as he slowly stroked his massive cock. I have a six-inch cock, a decent size, but this thing was probably ten inches, and really thick.
“Just put it away,” I repeated, it becoming a distraction to my driving.
“Hey, if you’re straight, it shouldn’t matter,” he shrugged, still stroking it slowly.
“Whatever,” I shrugged, trying to act like I didn’t give a fuck. But the truth was, I was using every ounce of willpower I had not to forget about the road and just stare down at his cock. Even so, I couldn’t resist the odd glance. WTF?
I was so confused. I’d never found a guy attractive, wasn’t attracted to this one; I’d also never been intrigued by a cock and I’d been in plenty of locker rooms, but this one had me flustered.
“I’m sure you’ve witnessed some nudity from passengers before,” he said.
“Yeah, but they were in the backseat,” I admitted, as I pulled up to another red light and sighed.
“Did you watch?” he asked as its magnetic pull had me unable not to look directly at his massive black cock, which was now so big and hard that if he’d wanted to mug me, he could have used it as a bludgeon.
“I definitely listened,” I admitted, realizing I was staring at his cock helplessly… subject to an urge I’d never felt before… an urge I desperately tried to shove away… an urge that confused me… I wanted to stroke his cock… I wanted to suck his cock.
“I bet you took peeks,” he said, continuing to stroke his cock slowly, his own unique version of hypnosis.
“Maybe,” I shrugged, literally unable to tear my eyes away.
Again, a honk alerted me to the light changing and I reluctantly (did I just say reluctantly?) pulled my hungry (as well as hungry?) gaze back to the road.
“Just so you know, it’s okay,” he said.
“What’s okay?” I asked, again using all my willpower to keep my eyes on the road and to resist looking back down at his crotch.
“If you want to touch it,” he said.
“Fah, I don’t,” I said too quickly, and even I didn’t completely believe me.
He chuckled, “Don’t sweat it, you’re just like all the other straight white men who, once the opportunity arises, discover their natural, inborn desire to submit to black cock.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I laughed back, now determined to resist the growing temptation inside me and the sudden realization that my cock was rock hard. When did that happen?
“Is it?” he asked.
“Yeah, it is,” I nodded, refusing to look at him or more importantly, down at him.
“I imagine before this encounter, you’d never even considered sucking a cock,” he correctly assessed.
“You got that right,” I said confidently, as… oh, shit!… I rolled up to another red light.
“Most of my eager white cock suckers are middle aged men discovering their calling for the first time,” he described, as if he were some graybeard psychology professor.
“I’m straight,” I repeated, even as my eyes ignored my mental pleas to look straight ahead, and once again I found myself staring down at his cock.
“I don’t doubt it,” he said, surprising me ever so briefly, before adding, “in fact you’re just now discovering you’re an… admittedly straight… cock sucker for big, black cock.”
“That’s ludicrous,” I said, even as I stared at his big, black cock, even as my mind played games with me as I wondered what it would be like to suck it… just once.
As if reading my mind, he offered, “Go ahead, suck it just once, and then you’ll know for sure if you’re really straight.”
“A guy who’s really straight has never sucked a cock even once, so doing that would all by itself make me other than straight,” I pointed out, even as my cock raged in my pants, stuck in an awkward position.
Thankfully, I was again saved by the honk… and I drove on, only a few minutes from his final destination.
“You know, definitions aside, if you don’t suck it at least once, you’ll regret it forever and always wonder what if,” he informed me.
“What if what?” I asked, approaching yet another red light, as if some cock sucking curiosity god were controlling when they changed .
“If you’re a cock sucker,” he said bluntly.
“But only for black cock,” I riposted sarcastically as I came to a stop… at least I thought I was being sarcastic.
He didn’t catch my sarcasm at all as he agreed, “Usually.”
As had become the routine, I halted the car and returned my gaze to his big, black cock.
“How about you just go ahead and stroke it for me?” he asked. “We both know you want to.”
“If I do, will you put it away?”
“If you want me to,” he agreed.
“Fine,” I said, as I reached over and stroked his cock.
Fuck, it was thick.
Fuck, it was big.
Fuck, it was literally throbbing.
“There ya go,” he approved as I slowly stroked it, gazing at it in a daze.
“It’s so hard,” I said from my daze.
“Light changed,” he said.
I turned my eyes back to the road and resumed driving, yet my right hand remained on his cock… as if it had become my shift stick.
“That’s right, keep stroking it,” he approved as I drove.
As I encountered another red light a couple blocks later, he asked, “So tell me. Are you hard?”
“What?” I asked, even though I’d heard him, as I rolled to a stop again.
“Nothing gets a white cock sucker more excited than a big, black cock,” he explained, then added, “so if you’re still soft right now, then you probably are one of the rare white straight men who isn’t tempted by superior black cock.”
My face went red at the realization my cock was as hard as a rock, and that I was still stroking his.
“But your cock isn’t soft at all, it’s raging hard, isn’t it, cock sucker?” he drawled, a smirk crossing his face (at least I assumed it did, but truth be told, I couldn’t break eye contact with the tantalizing cock still in my hand).
Being called a cock sucker should have infuriated me. I mean, I’m a well-built man who could crush this kid to a pulp without even breaking a sweat (I’d been a linebacker in high school and then gotten a full ride scholarship to a Pac-12 university), yet at the moment, he did have me breaking a real sweat.
I didn’t respond, as I was completely captivated by his cock. It was like the first time I’d seen a pair of tits and cupped them in my hand (my Mom’s best friend, but that’s another story).
Again, a honk and he laughed, “You really should pay some attention to the road.”
“You really should put your dick away,” I countered, moving my hand away, as I knew I had to resist this befuddling temptation.
“Do you really want me to?” he asked. “One text, and I’ll have another married straight white cock sucker at my house in ten or fifteen minutes tops, or even some football jock like yourself, who behind the jock exterior is an eager cock sucker. You straight white cock suckers really are a dime a dozen.”
I couldn’t believe what he was saying and yet I couldn’t deny it, either.
I couldn’t even begin to understand the feelings of hunger and lust consuming me… but they were undeniably there.
I glanced back at his cock as I drove, indecision, confusion, lust, embarrassment, all coursing through me like I was in the eye of a storm.
He repeated his question. “Do you want me to put my big black cock away?”
Even as humiliation coursed through me, I whispered, not something I’m known to do, I’m a rather loud, boisterous person by nature, “No.”
“Pardon?”
“No,” I said, louder.
“No, what?” he asked, clearly enjoying the power he or his cock had over me.
“No, I don’t want you to put your penis away,” I answered, as I rolled up to yet another red light and reached over and took it back in my hand.
“I’m not five,” he chuckled. “I don’t have a penis, what do I have…” he paused and examined my ID on the dash, “…Barry?”
“Your cock,” I corrected, looking right at it in fascination, like Indiana Jones did when he found the Lost Ark.
“What about it?” he asked, really enjoying humiliating me.
“Please don’t put your big cock away,” I said, as a honk from behind told me that this light too had changed.
“My big black cock,” he corrected me.
As I drove, knowing I’d fallen completely at his whim, my cock raging, my mouth watering, my head spinning, my hand stroking, I agreed, “Yes, your big, fat, black cock.”
“And what do you want to do with this big, fat, black cock?” he asked as if there were some ritualistic recitation he wanted me to guess at until I got it right, as I turned onto the block containing his address.
“Suck it,” I answered, shame and lust fighting for control inside me.
“Suck what?” he asked, pulling me deeper and deeper into his twisted web of submission.
“Suck your big black cock,” I answered, ashamed that he’d made me say it.
“Well, thanks for the offer and the perfect timing,” he smiled, as I rolled to a stop in front of his house.
I wasn’t sure what to do.
Yes, I wanted to suck his cock.
Truthfully, I had never wanted to do anything sexual more in my life, and I’ve had a pretty adventurous sex life, especially in my high school and college years.
But I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do next. With women, I took control. I was the man.
But, here, I had no idea of the protocol of the situation. The only thing I knew for certain was that jock or not, making him my bitch wasn’t on the menu.
Plus, we were in my car in front of his house.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked. “Get sucking.”
“Here?” I asked, as I returned my lustful gaze to his magnificent black cock.
“Unless you want to go in my house,” he said, before adding, “although you may wake my parents.”
“How old are you?” I asked, suddenly petrified I might be committing a crime.
“Eighteen,” he answered. “By a few weeks.”
“Okay,” I said, still not moving, paralyzed by indecision.
“It’s now or never, cock sucker,” he said. “I can have some football player from my school, a married dude like you, or even one of my teachers at my house in ten minutes.”
I was curious how he’d taken charge of so many cock suckers, I imagine just like this, but I nodded and leaned towards the majestic enticing missile, but was restrained by my seatbelt.
Was this a sign from above?
What would my wife think if she found out I’d sucked an eighteen-year-old’s cock?
What would my eighteen-year-old son think?
My twenty-year-old daughter?
He chuckled, “How about you take the seatbelt off? Just a suggestion.”
I chuckled awkwardly, ignoring any signs that I shouldn’t do this, my lust overcoming common sense, “Yeah.”
I did, and I looked around for any late-night strollers, before I crossed the invisible line of my perceived straight manhood, leaned down and took his cock in my mouth.
Fuck, he was thick, spreading my mouth wide open.
To be honest, it was incredibly awkward at first. Here I was in my car with a black teenager’s cock in my mouth. Yet it was also incredibly hot.
“There ya go, cock sucker,” he groaned, “now do what you were born to do.”
That sentence was ridiculous, born to do as if the stork had dropped a cock-sucking-compulsion-pill in my mouth before handing me over to my mother, yet everything about this ride up until now had been ridiculous, and the fact of my having a cock in my mouth was anything but.
I can’t explain it, but a strangely serene feeling washed over me. This felt so natural.
So, I began bobbing. Perhaps bobbing wasn’t the correct description, as I was barely taking more than a couple of inches in (unlike my wife Anna, who could deep throat my six-inch cock with relative ease… although that hadn’t happened a lot in the past few years).
“Good, cock sucker,” he moaned, the term cock sucker suddenly not as offensive as it had been until now. At the moment, that was the exact description of what I was doing.
Unfortunately, in this position I had to struggle to get into any rhythm. It was awkward, my body was somewhat contorted, and the angle was a challenge.
After a couple minutes of my frustrating sucking, oddly wanting to do a good job, he said, obviously noticing my struggle, “Let’s go into my backyard.”
“Really?” I asked. “Is that safe?”
“Probably safer than doing this in a car near a streetlight,” he answered.
“Fair enough,” I chuckled awkwardly, the conversation weird, yet pragmatically logical.
“Let’s go, cock sucker,” he ordered, as he pulled his sweats up.
“Can you not call me cock sucker?” I requested, the term so demeaning.
“But you are a cock sucker,” he said, getting out of the car. “I mean, you were just sucking my cock, were you not?”
I also climbed out and followed him into the backyard, feeling this reverse walk of shame (walking towards performing a slutty act) as I had to admit, “I guess so.”
He laughed, “You guess so.” Just after we entered the backyard, having walked down the side of his house and through a chain-link gate, he turned around and ordered, “Knees, cock sucker.”
It was almost completely dark, only the stars and some indirect light from the streetlight allowing me to see anything.
The order was so demeaning, yet it made my cock flinch as I obeyed and dropped down before this kid less than half my age.
“Pull down my pants,” he ordered.
I did, seeing his big hard cock flop out in the faint light.
“Stroke it,” he ordered.
I reached up and took his iron hard shaft back in my hand.
“Tell me what you want, Mr. Parker,” he ordered, using my last name for the first time, which was a strange time to show me respect.
Yet logic was gone, lust was in control of me as I answered, somehow really wanting to impress him, “I want to be your white married straight cock sucker, and suck your massive black fat cock until you either choose to come down my throat or all over my face.”
“That was impressive,” he approved. “I thought you said my theory was ludicrous.”
“I thought that at first,” I said, as I stroked his thick shaft, wanting it back in my mouth, “but obviously I was just a cock sucker in denial.”
“Cup my balls, Mr. Parker,” he ordered. “I have a big load stored in them just for you.”
“It’s so heavy,” I said as I obeyed, cupping his big black ball sac.
“Now suck each ball, cock sucker,” he ordered. “Get my cum nice and ready for you.”
“Yes, sir,” I said mindlessly, not even realizing I’d addressed him as such until he responded.
I moved my mouth to his ball sac and easily found a big ball and sucked it between my lips, something I’d never had done to me, as he laughed, “Sir, that’s a new one.”
Fuck! I thought to myself as I pleasured his balls. I just kept falling deeper and deeper into a submissive persona I hadn’t known existed inside me.
I didn’t reply, instead I found his other ball and sucked that one, too.
“You really are a natural little submissive cock sucker,” he said.
Again I didn’t respond, the humiliation of the words continuing to remind me of my subjected position. A lesser position that oddly felt so natural. On my knees. A cock in my hand. The only thing missing was having the black cock back in my mouth.
“Ready to suck me?” he asked.
“God, yes,” I answered, sounding like the cock slut I now was.
“Beg,” he ordered, as I slid my tongue up his throbbing shaft.
I have no idea why this humiliation was enhancing the situation, but my hard, desperate cock flinched again as I begged, “Please, sir, let me suck your big black cock.”
“Oh, come now, you must be able to do better than that,” he critiqued. “I want you to convince me how much you want it.”
I was way past the point of no return, way past the point of moral integrity or any dignity, so I begged, “Please sir, allow me to worship your big, fat, black cock and turn this straight white man into a submissive cock sucking, cum swallowing faggot.”
“Better,” he said, before adding, “but you do know that faggots also take it in the ass.”
I didn’t even realize I’d used the word faggot until he pointed it out, and I couldn’t believe the words I said next, as I’d never even remotely considered taking it in the ass. But of course I hadn’t remotely considered sucking cock before this fateful fare, and yet here I was. “If you please, I’ll be a two-hole fuck toy faggot for you, sir.”
“Delicious,” he said, clearly amused and I think impressed by my declaration, even though I couldn’t fathom taking that cock in my ass. I’d fucked a few women in the ass in my day (my wife only once, and it didn’t go well) and they barely could take all of my six inches.
“Not as delicious as your big black cock,” I said, sounding like a cock hungry bimbo, which I pretty much was, as I returned it to my mouth.
And I couldn’t explain it, but here I was on my knees with a big black cock in my mouth, and everything felt natural. This just felt like home.
Pathetic I know, but my truth at the moment.
In this position, I also could bob much more easily.
One hand around his shaft (mostly around, it was that fat), I began bobbing, my only regret being I couldn’t really see his beautiful cock as well as I would have liked to.
“That’s it, cock sucker,” he groaned, as I began really bobbing on the monster, taking at least half of his huge dick into my mouth.Easily ten inches and like I said, fucking fat.
“Oh yeah, Daddy, you’re a natural cock sucker,” he groaned. “I think you’ll make a nice addition to the club.”
Daddy?
Club?
His personal cock sucking club?
Or a club with a selection of big black cocks I could suck?
Shit, I really was in over my head.
I pushed those thoughts away and focused on worshipping the majestic cock in my mouth.
Time seemed to come to a standstill: all that mattered was this dick.
That, and wanting to be a great cock sucker, to be welcomed into whatever club this was with an open mouth.
I sucked this cock like I’d had my best sluts suck mine… almost always cougars, when I was in college.
I stroked.
I drooled.
I took it out of my mouth and licked it up and down.
I pleasured the fat cock head.
Bobbed some more, getting into a smooth but speedy rhythm, lost in lust.
“You really are a natural,” he said, watching me worship his cock.
“Thank you,” I said absurdly, happy he approved of my cock sucking ability.
“You said you’re married, cock sucker?” he asked, pulling his cock out of my mouth.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“What would your woman think if she saw you now?” he asked, tracing my lips with his cock.
“She’d be flabbergasted,” I answered, unable even to imagine her reaction.
“I bet she’d drop down right beside you and you could both suck me together,” he said.
“I can’t imagine,” I said, although a visual of our doing just that popped into my head.
“Oh yeah, white women can’t resist dark chocolate any more than you can,” he informed me.
He dipped his cock into my mouth and back out again and asked, “Any kids?”
“Two,” I answered honestly, not even thinking about protecting my family, but simply about having that cock back in my mouth.
“Ages?” He asked, as he slid his cock back in my mouth and I bobbed hungrily.
“Eighteen and twenty,” I answered, when he pulled his cock out and gave me a chance to answer.
“Boys or girls,” he asked? his cock so tantalizingly close and yet so frustratingly far away.
“One of each,” I answered.
“Maybe your boy is already a cock sucker,” he said, as… Thank God!… he finally slid his cock back between my lips.
I instinctively resumed sucking as if I’d been conditioned my entire life to do this, even as I considered how ludicrous his supposition was. Zachary was a line backer like I’d been back in the day, and he was dating the stunningly pretty and sweet Abby.
He asked, “Think your son likes big black cock too?”
As he pulled out, I answered with an instant, “No,” although his tone was ominous, as if he knew my son already. Zachary did look a lot like me.
“You sure!?” he asked, again tracing my mouth with his cock.
“Yes,” I answered, not conceding the point that just because he’d turned me into an eager cock sucker, my son was one too.
“But until meeting me, you thought you were straight?” he led the witness.
“I am,” I said, before adding, wanting to put the focus back on me and his cock back in my mouth, “well, ninety-nine percent, except for your big, black cock.”
I then took his cock back into my mouth and bobbed like a porn star.
He didn’t pull out, he just corrected me, “You mean except for any black cock.”
At the moment I couldn’t deny that was likely true, and I moaned on his cock as I bobbed and took two thirds of it in.
After a few more bobs, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his entire cannon into my mouth, meaning that at least half of it was beyond my throat, and held it here.
As I managed to breathe through my nose, he explained, “You’re my cock sucker now, which means if I text you, you come to me and then I come in you. Is that understood?”
He pulled out and I coughed briefly, but I replied, as humiliation coursed through me and directly up my cock, not at all considering the consequences of such a commitment, my only thought of getting that cock back in my mouth, and possibly having it again and again, “Yes, sir.”
“And you’ll service my friends’ black cocks too?” he expanded my commitment, tapping my lips with his cock… playing a mean game of mental conditioning with me.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, completely at his whim, lust consuming the very core of my existence, “I’ll suck every black cock you offer me.”
He laughed as he slid his cock back into my mouth, “Like father, like son.”
My eyes went wide as he fucked my face, his balls bouncing off my chin, as lights suddenly flashed on in the yard.
I was helpless as he used my mouth roughly, face fucking me, so I couldn’t look around to see why the lights had been turned on.
Yet he didn’t seem fazed at all as he kept pumping in and out of my mouth… simply using me for his pleasure.
After another minute he grunted, “Oh fuck, cock sucker, I’m going to come, soon. Where does Daddy want it?”
As he pulled out, I answered from my lust for his load, wanting both to taste it, but also to feel it on my face as that felt like the sluttiest of the options, as I looked up at him, “I don’t care, sir. Come down my throat or on my face.”
I then heard a voice moaning, a male voice.
As he stroked his cock he laughed, pointing to his left where the moaning was coming from and said, “It really is like father, like son… or perhaps in this case it’s like son, like father.”
I already knew who was moaning, yet I looked anyway, to see my son on all fours taking cock in both ends… naked except for his football jersey.
I stared stunned, as my son Zachary rocked back and forth, fucking himself on the black dick in his ass before bouncing forward to devour the cock in his mouth. I also realized I knew both of those other boys.
The one in my son’s mouth was Jerome, our all-star wide receiver.
The one in his ass was a lineman named Carter, a powerful boy of over 300 pounds who was likely to make the NFL one day.
Jerome had been in my house… yesterday.
Fuck!
Suddenly, ‘my’ black guy (whose name I still didn’t know… but since this appeared to be a group of boys from our high school’s football team, it would be on my phone) grunted, and as I watched my son being ravished between two black teens, I felt cum splattering on my cheek.
I turned back to the ejaculating cock and mindlessly opened my mouth, still wanting to feel the full power of a facial, and still taste the cum spewing directly from his massive member.
“Yep, exactly like Zachary,” he chuckled as his cock splattered white goo onto my face and into my open mouth.
If I’d been humiliated before, I reached a whole new low as my body spasmed and I came in my pants, having not even realized I’d begun rubbing myself a second or two after turning to once again watch my son get spit-roasted by two (assumedly big) black cocks.
My seducer roared with laughter, “Did you just come in your pants from sucking cock, or from watching your son get pounded?”
I had no idea which of them it was, as both turned me on for different reasons.
“If you want some more cock, go join your son,” the guy said, amused at my pathetic fall.
I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I was… I walked over to my son, whose eyes were closed as he sucked and got fucked and I dropped down beside him and said, the weirdest words yet in this the weirdest night ever, “Let me help you with that, son.”
Jerome pulled out and said, “Hi, Mr. Parker,” before he slid his big black cock, glistening with my son’s saliva, into my mouth.
Zachary apologized, “I’m so sorry, Dad.”
I couldn’t ask for what, although it seemed obvious, nor could I tell him it was okay, which it obviously was, as I was willingly bobbing on a cock that had just left his mouth.
I wanted to tell him I understood, as I did understand.
I can’t fathom how I might have reacted if I’d walked in on this, if I myself hadn’t just now been awakened to the beauty of sucking black cock, but as soon as I saw him with a black cock in both ends, I understood.
He was a faggot for black cock.
That may sound terrible, but I wanted to join him and become a faggot too… I wanted to be more than just a cock sucker… I wanted to be a bottom, a faggot.
“Oh God,” my son moaned loudly. “I love your big black cock.”
“Tell your Daddy what you want,” the original black teen ordered.
“For Daddy to become a two-hole fuck faggot for black dick just like I am,” my son responded, hearing this desire somehow more shocking than everything else that had transpired to this point, even though I was already hoping for the exact same thing.
Equally weird was being called Daddy.
I was trying to process this, when Jerome announced, “Get ready for my load, Mr. Parker.”
I tried to focus as seconds later I felt his gooey cum shoot into my mouth, accompanied by a masculine grunt.
I swallowed as much as I could, but I gagged on the abundance of cum and had to spit some out.
“We’ll have to work on your Daddy’s swallowing skills,” my turner said.
“Yes, wasting dominant cum is a major insult,” Jerome said, as I took his cock back in my mouth to extract any more cum.
“I’ll tutor him at home,” my son offered with a moan.
“Good, slut,” someone said.
My son then surprised me yet again as he begged, sounding quite feminine, “Harder, fuck my ass harder.”
“You close to coming, faggot?” Carter asked.
“Yes, Master,” my son whimpered, using a term that 150 years ago had been used in a completely different way.
“How do you come best, slut?” Carter questioned.
Jerome pulled out of my mouth and said, “You should watch this, Mr. Parker.”
I was already turning my head to watch my son’s humiliation, although come to think of it, he didn’t seem humiliated at all.
“From getting ass fucked by big black cock,” my son said, looking right at me.
“Bounce back on my cock, faggot,” Carter ordered. “show your Daddy what kind of faggot you are.”
“Oh yes, Master,” Zachary moaned and obeyed, as he began bouncing back and taking the entire cock deep inside him.
I wondered how big Carter was.
“Oh God Daddy, I’m so sorry you had to see this,” Zachary moaned.
“Don’t apologize, faggot,” Carter scolded.
“Sorry, Master,” Zachary apologized.
“Tell your faggot Daddy what you are,” Carter ordered.
“A cock sucking…” Zachary began as he bounced back on the cock, “…ass taking…” he continued a couple bounces later, “…faggot for black cock,” Zachary finished, sounding proud but looking at me worriedly the entire time.
“It’s okay, son,” I said, looking into his eyes filled with lust and guilt, “I’ve just learned that I’m a faggot too.”
“Oh fuck,” Zachary screamed suddenly, as he collapsed forward and his body shook, as I realized he was coming.
“He came before I did,” Carter complained. “Come replace him, old man.”
“He’s my faggot, I get his ass first,” my turner said.
“Fine, Sam,” Carter sighed, finally revealing the name of my turner, and slammed back into my son, really reaming his asshole as my son trembled with aftershocks.
“Want your ass fucked, Daddy?” Sam asked.
“Yes,” I answered, even though I was terrified of his mammoth member.
“Get out of your pants,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” I accepted his ‘dicktates’ with no shame, only obedient lust.
Carter grunted as I got undressed, and obviously spewed a huge load in my son’s ass.
“That’s so good, Master,” Zachary moaned, “fill my asshole with your cum.”
“I am,” Carter laughed.
Now just wearing a t-shirt, Sam ordered, “Zach, get me ready for your father.”
Carter pulled out, Zach crawled over to Sam and took his cock in his mouth.
After a couple minutes Sam ordered, “On all fours, Daddy faggot.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, excited and nervous.
“Get the lube, Zach,” Sam ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Zach said. He grabbed it from a table nearby and hurried back to us.
I watched as Zach poured lube onto Sam’s cock and then poured some on my ass cheeks. It was so fucking surreal.
“Gape him for me,” Sam ordered.
“Yes, Master,” Zach said, kneeling behind me and warning me, looking at me awkwardly, “this is going to feel weird.”
“Get my ass ready for Master’s cock and help Daddy become a faggot like you,” I ordered him kindly, wanting to reassure him I was okay with this.
“Fuck this is hot,” Jerome said. “I still can’t believe you did it.”
“Yeah, you owe me ten bucks, Carter,” Sam said, as my son’s finger slid inside my ass.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, as a slight pain hit me, but more of a discomfort.
“Ten bucks well worth it,” Carter chuckled, as he walked over to me and slid his cock in my mouth. A cock that was recently in my son’s ass.
As my son wiggled a finger in my ass, I began sucking and was pleasantly surprised to find it didn’t taste gross at all.
“Yeah, Mr. Parker,” Sam informed me, “you should know that this wasn’t a coincidence.”
I wanted to ask what he meant, but I had a cock in my mouth and a finger in my ass.
“Putting a second finger in,” Zach warned me just before I felt a hard push and a sharp pain hitting me as his second finger filled my ass.
“”You see, Mr. Parker,” Sam said in storyteller mode, “we were really fucking your son last night, he took six black cocks and over a dozen loads, when Jerome jokingly asked what his father would think, and in his lust for black cock, Zach moaned ‘show him’.”
“Sorry, Dad,” Zach apologized again, as he fucked my ass with two fingers.
Sam continued, “So Carter bet me ten bucks to see if I could turn you, and well, with the help of your son to figure out your location, the rest is well… history.”
“I’m really sorry,” Zach apologized again.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, faggot,” Sam corrected him. “Your Dad is easily one of the most natural faggots I’ve ever turned. I mean, who allows his own son to gape him? Who sees his own son being spit-roasted and does nothing to stop it? Who eagerly sucks a dick that was last in his son’s ass? Only a true faggot.”
I backed up enough to allow Carter’s cock to slip out of my mouth and agreed with Sam, “Son, don’t apologize. Neither of us had any control over this and neither of us could have predicted it, but we were born to be faggots for black cock.”
“Let’s make it official,” Sam ordered.
“Yes, make me a faggot fuck slut for black cock in front of my son,” I begged, bracing myself for the pain I was certain was about to occur.
“Man, we’re really going to have some fun with these two,” Carter chuckled as he slid his cock back in my mouth.
I began bobbing as I felt Sam’s cock at my anal entrance and his hands on my hips.
Then in one hard thrust, I was full.
I screamed as pain coursed through me and Carter’s cock slipped out of my mouth.
“It’ll get better Daddy, just relax,” Zach encouraged me.
“Yes, son,” I nodded as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be sodomized.
And for a few minutes that was all there was.
A big, black cock fucking my ass.
Slow at first, as the pain enveloped me.
Faster as I got accustomed to his cock deep inside me.
And then soon I was being pounded like a bitch in heat while I begged, “Harder, master, fuck my ass harder,” sounding just like my son a little while earlier.
I glanced over and was surprised to see another white person here… and was even more surprised when I realized it was Coach Greene… who was getting spit-roasted by Jerome and another football player on the team, although I couldn’t remember his name… he often just sat on the bench.
My son was again taking Carter’s cock in his ass, on all fours and watching me.
I smiled at him.
He smiled back at me.
And then as Sam exploded his load into my asshole, I came as well, spewing my load all over the grass in what was easily the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
“He just came,” Carter declared.
“Like son, like father,” Sam laughed, as he continued spewing a full load in my ass.
“Oh fuck, yes,” my son groaned a moment later, as he too came without having his cock touched.
“Indeed,” Sam roared, as he pulled out and I felt cum leaking out of my ass, “like father, like son.”